Five days ago a car pulled up in front of my flat. The driver and passenger both got out, leaving the headlights on in broad daylight.
One of my neighbours warned them about the lights, but they weren't turned off. Later that day, the driver returned, but could not start the car.
Five days later, despite two days on a charger, the car still doesn't go anywhere.
But, and here's the rub, every day the driver emerges and spends at least two hours polishing the duco and chrome! My horizon is blocked by a sparkling pile of junk.
What's the point to this?
Well, that's my point.
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